Maybe… She was full to the brim, her smoky breath tasted of well-traveled semen, but this was not enough. Her body temperature was still off the charts. Greta was a trembling mess of sticky slime when he carried her restored slender body back to the truck. The dragon had to be appeased once a fortnight; the pain of her widening holes would have to become something to get used to. She had heard the tales of dragons having two cocks, each as big as she was, but as long as her own eyes didn’t see it… Scalding viscous jizz ballooned her womb and rushed down her small intestines like the magma of an erupting volcano. It’s the family business and a tradition kept alive for hundreds of years…”
“Yeah, yeah.” The only reason she had climbed up a mountain to fuck a dragon was not to have to hear this speech again. It gave her a hint of its length, its girth, proving that the rumors were inaccurate; reality was much worse. The sharp claws anchored to the stone plateau like it was made of clay, bracing themselves for a laborious thrust into an opening so tight, a being of supernatural strength and stamina might still break a sweat trying to pry it open.
